Scott turned to Kitty, knowing full well that she could walk them straight through the wall if she wanted to, the problem was that they weren't alone in the cottage. There was woman in there who looked she hade missed her last eight baths. The woman seemed to be about 25, but those 25 years had rained down hard on her. She had scraggly brown hair, and large deep brown eyes, the woman was dressed in old Victorian clothes and she also had chains around her neck and arms. Scott didn't recognize her from around town, but Bayville wasn't exactly the smallest town around. The woman was sitting in the corner looking down at the dirt floor, Scott wondered if she even realized that he and Kitty were there.

Scott gazed around the small one room hut; there was one door (locked), two windows (both barred), and a straw roof. "Kitty, come over here," He called from across the room. Kitty, still nursing her bruised cheek, came over to Scott. With her back now to the mysterious woman, Kitty phased through the chains around her.

"Scott, like, I don't think this is a festival." Kitty put her hand on Scott and his chains fell off him as well.

"Kitty, what else could this place be? The guards will probably be back in a second and escort us out for fighting with another pedestrian."

"Maybe that lady could tell us." Kitty motioned to the lady in the corner; she was still looking at the ground.

Scott took a few steps toward the woman. "Hi, my names Scott and this it Kitty, do you know when we're supposed to be getting out of here?" Scott crouched down so he could here her reply.

"I don't associate with witches." She spoke with a thick British accent.

Scott's stomach dropped, he didn't know the woman saw Kitty phase through those chains.

Crunch Crunch, the sound of footsteps on gravel was coming from outside.

"Someone's coming!" Scott whispered to Kitty. Urgently she put the chains back on both of them to hide what she had done

There was a click at the door and the tall man walked in with four guards. Immediately the guards took up Scott and Kitty. The tall man stood there and looked at them for a minute, then he spoke. "I am Sir Edward Grounds, the master of this territory." There was a pause as the man tried to read the expressions on his two captives' faces. "You are going to be charged for attacking a superior person, and as punishment will have your left hand cut off."

Scott had about had it with this stupid lets-play-knights-and-princesses game. "Listen buddy, we are currently being held against our will, and you assaulted Kitty. So if you don't want us to press charges, you'll unhook these dumb chains and let us out of here."

Sir Edward made no notion that he heard Scott, instead he asked; "You wear such odd clothes, so many buttons and pockets, maybe your wife would make a good seamstress in my castle."

"What are you talking about? Kitty isn't my wife, and you can pick-up this T-shirt at any Wal-Mart." Scott was ready to blast his way out of here, but with his chains back on he couldn't reach his glasses.

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Kitty knew that the man wasn't faking his accent, nor was anybody else in this town. The buildings here were so primitive they had to be real. And not once had she seen any sign of electricity. "What year is it?" Kitty questioned the man.

"You speak in strange tongues, where are you from?" Sir Edward once again ignored the two teen's inquiry.

Scott was getting upset and Kitty could see it, if Eddy didn't start giving answers fast, she was going to slip out of there. "We're from America. Now can you please tell us what year it is?"

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Scott thought Kitty was being stupid for asking what year it was, but then again this 'Sir Edwards' guy didn't act like he lived in the modern day. And sure enough to his surprise the man answered 1456. This changed the whole ball game, if they were in the past, then they could use their powers without the fear of being discovered. Scott turned to Kitty to say something, when a hand came right to his eyes. "Hey, HEY!" He yelled as one of the guards took his glasses. Quickly Scott closed his eyes.

"What are these eye shields?" The guard asked in a stupid voice.

Scott (now blind) heard footsteps around him, and then gasps. There was a rustling around him and a few mumbled words. The next thing he heard was the worse noise he could hear; the snap of plastic.

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Kitty saw that Scott was now defenseless, and understood that him being who he was; he would never open his eyes full blast on unsuspecting people. So she took matters into her own hands. Kitty phased through her chains, and then pulled Scotts off too. She heard the men behind her gasp as she displayed her power. Once she turned back around, a guard took his sward and swung at her. Letting the metal pass through her Kitty walked over to the guard holding Scotts glasses. To her horror, the man dropped the glasses and stepped on them. "NO! What did you do that for!" Kitty put her hand through his foot and scooped up the plastic pieces. Kitty took Scott by the hand and walked them through a wall, then across the street and though another wall.

Kitty wasn't quite sure what she was doing, but she knew she had to get away from that Sir Ed person. As she walked Scott stumbled behind letting Kitty guide him through dozens of buildings. Kitty walked into a pub where 4 men and a bartender sat. There was a scrapping of chairs as some of the men ran for the door. The remaining guy sat there blaming his drink for the hallucinations, but the bar tender looked at Kitty like he was use to people walking through solid objects. "What's the hurry little lady? Would ye like to sit for a drink?"

Kitty looked over at the man, he didn't care that they were dressed differently, or that she had just walked through his wall and 2 tables. Her angered expression softened, "Scott, were a few blocks away from where we were. Lets get a drink from this man, ok?" Kitty said in a quiet voice to her companion. Scott had a worried look on his face, but nodded in agreement. The two sat down at the bar, and the remaining men left.

"Name's Francis, people call me Frank. What would you like?" The bartender asked.

"I'm Kitty, and this is Scott. Um, do you have any water?" Kitty asked.

"That's an odd thing to order as a drink, but I can get some water from the well out back if you want me to." Kitty nodded her head and Frank disappeared through a door.

Kitty pulled the shared remains of Scotts' glasses out of her pocket. "Here" she said as she put the biggest pieces in his hand. Scott felt the plastic and put it up to his eyes, when he looked at the ground incase the pieces didn't work. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the wooden floor, there was pressure against his hands as the beam tried to escape out the sides. Scott closed his eyes again and put down what was left of his glasses.

"Kitty, it's not going to work." He said. "I can't walk around holding the pieces up to my eyes."

"Oh, it's ok Scott, well get out of here soon enough and the professor can like make you some new ones."

Frank walked in with two glasses of light brown water. "What's wrong with your friend?" He asked Kitty.

"Just a headache." She replied.

"No," Scott spoke up. "It's not a headache at all. I'm now blind because some jerk broke my glasses!" The outburst from Scott shocked Kitty, she never thought he would give up his secret to a complete stranger.

"What are you doing?" She asked Scott, hoping Frank had no idea what was going on.

"Kitty, we need someone to help us, and I'm guessing he saw you walk right through the wall back there, so why can't he know the whole story?"

Frank wasn't quite following the conversation, but that was to be expected since he was 600 years behind their time.

"Fine" Kitty said reluctantly. Then she turned to Frank, "We're from the year 2006. We don't know quite how we got here, but now we're stuck, and need to get home."